City Of Light - Phil Manzanera

Well, they say that home is where the heart is\nBut you left, way back, and started roaming\nFor these streets that were so bright with promise\nMother’s love is what you turned away from\nNow you’re trapped\nDown in the City of Light\nYou’ll go crazy\nCity of Light\nCity of Light\nBlinds are drawn cross windows facing nowhere\nIn the day the darkness is complete\nClose your eyes and try to cry away your nightmares\nYou just know the downtown city street\nWhere darkness reigns\nDown in the City of Light\nYou’ll go crazy\nTry as you might there’s no end to your days in the\nCity of Light\nCity of Light\nYou know these streets so well\nEach drugstore, night club and bar\nDon’t try to run from here\nYou’re not allowed to get far\nHookers prowl, the look, the pout, the open invitation\nto liaisons swift with cold\nIn rainswept streets, the pimps are calculating\nActs of haste, the clients, lives they’ve bought and sold\nSell yours too\nDown in the City of Light\nThings go hazy\nTry as you might you’ll go blind in the blaze of the\nCity of Light\nCity of Light\nThere’s been sudden death, a knife, down on the eastside\nYou can stand so much, then instinct takes its head\nAnd though people say that home is where the heart is\nThey don’t know that this damned city’s heart is dead\nThere’s no escape\nDown in the City of Light\nYou’ll go crazy\nTry as you might you can never be saved from the\nCity of Light\nCity of Light\nYou know these streets too well\nEach drugstore, night club and dive\nThere’s no route out of here\nYou only know one way to survive